At first it was white ash...which means the stuff that was burning had all burned up. Then it started being black ash. Much more scary. Black ash to me means it could still be burning when it landed. Landing in your trees. On the roof. Anything that could burn is at risk.
This is what it looked like around town for several weeks. Cop cars and fire trucks (red and green) parked, waiting to deploy and relieve tired firemen all over the mountains around here. We all were waiting for the firemen to come knock on our doors to tell us to evacuate. I had my car packed with the things I thought I would have to leave if I just had time to run out the door. Pictures, my computer, some clothes, some food for us and the dogs. I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't have to choose what was important and leave the things I would miss behind.
It made me feel good to do something nice for the people who keep our town safe. And the food was great! Not just mine but everyones.
All in all it was a good time. It was nice to let the people know how we felt about them standing between us and that fire. Thanks!